The Bear single work   short story  
Issue Details: First known date: 2012... 2012 The Bear
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'The bear arrived in early June. He trudged past my dumbstruck form, flopped onto the couch, and waited expectantly. Grace composed herself and offered him a drink. He took one of my beers in his surprisingly dextrous paws, drank it in one gulp and smashed the stubby on the ground. As I swept up the broken glass Grace asked if he was hungry. He didn't like honey or porridge much but ate all of our meat and most of the Vegemite. While Grace and I did the dishes silently he found the TV remote and watched Seinfeld re-runs...' (Publication abstract)

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    y separately published work icon Voiceworks no. 89 Winter 2012 16748349 2012 periodical issue 'For a few years I lived in a tiny beachside town six hours from Melbourne. It was the kind of place with postcard-perfect shorelines, mudbrick houses and a prep-to–year  twelve college. So, even in a combined classroom, there were only ten other kids in my class, the majority of whom weren’t mad keen on books. These being the dark days of dial-up, whatchya saw was pretty much whatchya got in terms of a peer group – and even worse, selection at the school library. After moving to suburbia, the hourlong train ride into the city felt like teleportation in super-slow motion. The pull of those corporate towers sheltering hidden cafes was physical. Like an undertow or tractor beam. By the time adolescence kicked in proper, I was caught up in a powerful question familiar to all fledgling artists: once you realise you’re a writer, what next? I’d already taught myself to like coffee and some Silvia Plath. Now I wanted more.' (Kat Muscat, Editorial introduction) 2012 pg. 10-11
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